Smadj has intermittently impressed me over the past decade or so with various solo and collaborative albums, but usually my attention starts to drift as soon as he starts employing generic dance beats. I just want to say to him, 'You are better than this.' But at last with this new one, he has gone organic again, and stripped things right back.

However, this is really a three-man effort in that these delicate sonic structures - which could loosely be described as songs - would simply collapse if you removed the contributions of trumpeter, Erik Truffaz and tabla player, Talvin Singh.

I'm not sure what Charlie will make of it, as he'll presumably be looking for the obvious stand out track for radio play, because Smadj seems to have little interest in catchy hooks. This album is more about atmosphere, with only a few tracks featuring vocals, only one of which could be said to follow a traditional song structure.

'Selin' most reminds me of some of the more ambient pieces of Norwegian trumpet player, Nils Petter Molvaer, although Smadj's compositions aren't so unrelentingly melancholy.

It really breathes as a record. It's full of wide open spaces. It's haunted by plaintive, muted trumpet melodies. It's overrun by skittering tabla notes.

Yet Smadj himself is relatively restrained, only contributing the occasional oud or guitar riff, and of course those ominous futuristic noises that he is so deft at sculpting in the air. Maybe you could describe it as a sublimely restrained 21st Century Global Jazz album.